Thursday, 3 July 2008
Balls of China/Balls from China/Chine -daanaa.
It was a magical evening; sweaty and humid and drunk. I was swaying(drunk). It was in a crowded bus after a bout at Floor7. Hmmm. Then this man comes and pushes his way through many foul smelling people and seems to take out something from his butt. Like a magician and mutters something like Chine dana...
And then I see shrivelled Balls (ostensibly from China?) and I wonder how cruel they are to Tibetans and why these are sold like everything else Chinese. Then the man says that if one soaks them in water(not gin alas!)they become nice glorious gloating balls... balloons perhaps-or maybe marbles?
They will puff up, he says, they will look comfortable. One was easily convinced after he showed a Before/After demonstration. I was clutching my wallet. The night was magical despite the humidity. N would call in a bit and I could brag to Baudolino about my recent acquisition. So should I chuck 5 bucks?
Then it is too late. He disappears, or I have reached my destination and the bus stops and I hop down and I have nothing except an odious odour wafting from my person.The scent of an unfulfilled evening and disappointed magic.